Quotes from Gaston Leroux

The fresh complexion of former days was gone. A mortal pallor covered those features, which he had known so charming and so gentle, and sorrow had furrowed them into pitiless lines and traced dark and unspeakably sad shadows under her eyes.

Until then, in the depth of those eyes, all I had seen was the promise of death; it was the first time I saw the promise of life

Los trucos más brillantes han sido siempre los más sencillos. Firmin Richard.

You clearly love him! Your fears, your terror, all of that is still born of love, and love of that most exquisite kind, the kind that one does not admit even to oneself. The kind that gives you a thrill when you think of it.

When I opened my eyes, we were still surrounded by darkness. A lantern, standing on the ground, showed a bubbling well. The water splashing from the well disappeared, almost at once, under the floor on which I was lying, with my head on the knee of the man in the black cloak and the black mask. He was bathing my temples and his hands smelt of death. I tried to push them away and asked, 'Who are you? Where is the voice?' His only answer was a sigh.

And, despite the care which she took to look behind her at every moment, she failed to see a shadow which followed her like her own shadow, which stopped when she stopped, which started again when she did and which made no more noise than a well-conducted shadow should. As for Raoul, he saw nothing either; for, when he had Christine in front of him, nothing interested him that happened behind. Chapter

You want the secret off my succes; my recipe? I have always brought the same care to making an adventure novel, a serialized novel, that others would bring to the making of a poem. My ambition was to raise the level of this much maligned genre.

None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

No había nada más frío, nada mas muerto que su corazón.

Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.

Madame, you will have the goodness to tell me where that genius lives. The old lady did not seem surprised at this indiscreet command. She raised her eyes and said: In Heaven! Such simplicity baffled him.

M. Richard bowed ... to nobody; bent his back ... before nobody; and walked backward ... before nobody ... And, a few steps behind him, M. Moncharmin did the same thing

My lies were as hideous as the monster that had inspired them

The envelope was covered with mud and unstamped. It bore the words To be handed to M. le Vicomte Raoul de Chagny, with the address in pencil. It must have been flung out in the hope that a passer-by would pick up the note and deliver it, which was what happened.

A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!

Raoul, you shall not pass!

There is also something of the arrogant vain youth in him; [...] he loves nothing more than to reveal the truly prodigious ingenuity of his mind.

I am dying of love. That is how it is...I loved her so! And I love her still....and am dying of love for her. - I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead.

Alas, madame, Raoul humbly replied, unable to restrain his tears, alas, I believe that Christine really does love him!...But it is not only that which drives me to despair; for what I am not certain of, madame, is that the man whom Christine loves is worthy of her love! It is for me to be the judge of that, monsieur! said Christine, looking Raoul angrily in the face.

Rien n'était plus froid, rien n'était plus mort que son cÅ"ur : il avait aimé un ange et il méprisait une femme.

The voice without a body went on singing, and certainly Raoul had never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically sweet, more gloriously insidious, more powerful.

Se apretó el corazón con ambas manos con toda intención de hacerlo callar.

The man's voice spoke again: Are you very tired? Oh, to-night I gave you my soul and I am dead! Christine replied. Your soul is a beautiful thing, child, replied the grave man's voice, and I thank you. No emperor ever received so fair a gift. THE ANGELS WEPT TONIGHT.